Mentally challenged children..

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Children who are of different ability need careful and skilful handling. All of us should lend a helping hand whenever possible.

Children Of a Different Ability.


While returning home from work, I found a grown up lad with a backpack right in front of the gate of my house. I braked hard, swerved to the right and hit the gatepost. I was happy I could avert an accident, but the damaged car infuriated me.








Road rage.

I rushed headlong to give the boy a suitable hiding, but he stood still, impassive and smiled without any regret or remorse. He even seemed to enjoy the situation. His total indifference to the damage to my car caused my temper to raise sky high.

I caught him by the scruff, raised my hand and almost hit him when I saw an elderly gentleman approaching me with folded hands and begging me to stop. When he came closer, I could see his moist eyes and tears trickling down his cheeks. Drained of all anger, I looked at the tall boy. He was grinning happily, totally oblivious of the situation.

“I’m sorry for damage to your car, and I’ll pay. My son is mentally retarded and doesn’t know what he is doing,” the old man said. Then, it was my turn to shed copious tears. Realizing my folly, I hugged the lad and shook hands with him and the old man. I told the gentleman amidst tears, “What do you take me for? An insensitive devil, who would take money for the damage caused by a boy like this? Instead, I’ll help this boy in whatever way I can from now.”

The school for spastics.

Next day, I accompanied the old man when he took his grandson to the School for Spastics of the local Ramakrishna Mission. The school had more than 50 children of both sexes of different ages and disabled in varying degrees. Some laughed continuously while some sprawled on the ground like babies crying for milk. A few played, and some drew pictures. The children presented a heart wrenching scene. My heart went out for those children born with some defects and suffering, for no fault of theirs.

Heartening scene.

In that bleak atmosphere, I found something truly heartening. A few ladies were attending to children with caring smiles, encouraging them to do the right things, guiding, and trying to teach them. Watching those few dedicated ladies trying to teach the children was indeed an excellent education and revelation. I could not imagine this materialistic world had such noble souls.

My own problems.

I had a few health problems of my own, and I used to curse myself daily. I often used to ask myself what sin I had committed to getting those troubles that defied the best of doctors. I had forgotten about my troubles and resolved to do my best for the children immediately.

I approached the Head mistress of the small school to offer help. When I learned she was a Physician with MD and specially trained at the All India Institute for Spastics in Mumbai, she grew several feet in my esteem. Had she practiced medicine she would have been earning a decent packet. Instead, she was attending to the hapless children and helping them. She looked like an angel, inspired me immensely and propelled me to take immediate action.

The school.

I volunteered to help her and her school in any way possible including spending three hours a day teaching the children. She thanked me but refused politely as specially trained teachers alone are allowed to handle the children with specific needs. She asked me to meet the Head Priest of the Mission, who said that the school was badly in need of an unusual swimming pool to serve the therapeutic needs of the children and for recreation. He said it would cost about Rupees 50K.

The swimming pool.

I volunteered to help her and her school in any way possible including spending three hours a day teaching the children. She thanked me but refused politely as specially trained teachers alone are allowed to handle the children with specific needs. She asked me to meet the Head Priest of the Mission, who said that the school was badly in need of an unusual swimming pool to serve the therapeutic needs of the children and for recreation. He said it would cost about Rupees 50K.

My action.

I swung into action immediately. Fortunately, it was a Wednesday the day our Rotary club meets weekly. Since I was the President that year, I had my job cut out. After calling the meeting to order I described in graphic detail what I had seen in the school and the need for a small swimming pool at a cost of 50K for therapeutic action and recreation. I pulled out a cap, put 5K as my personal contribution and passed it around with an appeal to fill it to the brim. The Rotarians, always a noble lot, rose to the occasion, lost no time and filled the cap within a few minutes well exceeding the requirement.

The final result.

When a few members and I handed over the money next morning to the Head Priest of the mission we had the greatest pleasure of giving something worthwhile for a worthy cause.
When we inaugurated the small pool after a couple of weeks and watched the children swimming in three feet of water and enjoying immensely, we derived satisfaction, several times the size of the pool.

The object of writing this is not to brag about myself but to request you all to give a leg up to such children whenever possible.

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Care, Children, Disabled, Handling, Helping Hand, Kindness, Love, Parenting, Recreation, Retarded, Spastic, Special Training

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
I am a retired naval officer and a published author with three books to my credit. I am a winner of nanowrimo competition for 2008,9, &10. I like humor best..

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author avatar Pradeep Kumar B
22nd May 2012 (#)

I felt really sorry when I read the incident about the mentally retarded boy who caused the car accident. Thank you for writing about how we should treat mentally retarded persons.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
23rd May 2012 (#)

My dear Pradeep Kumar,
Many thanks for your comment.

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
22nd May 2012 (#)

Beautiful heart rending page thank you...

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
23rd May 2012 (#)

My dear crwriter,
many thanks for your comment.

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
22nd May 2012 (#)

I heard of rotary clubs helping in charities, and this one incidents really proves that.

Great humanitarian deed.

I heart-fully appreciate your kindness.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
23rd May 2012 (#)

My dear Ratna,
Many thanks for your comment.

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author avatar M G Singh
23rd May 2012 (#)

Interesting point made GV

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
23rd May 2012 (#)

Madan,
Thanks.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
5th Jun 2012 (#)

We have kind souls willing to extend help for noble causes. Thanks for a touching share, GVR - siva

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author avatar Chesart1
29th Jun 2012 (#)

Very poignant. It brings tears to the reader's eyes. Well written.

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